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pull. I could never not test the limits. Nathaniel leaned down, his body kneeling between my legs but not touching. His hair spilled out around us like some sort of warm, living tent. On another man I would have said it fanned out by happy accident, but Nathaniel used his hair in his act, as a sort of extra body part to caress and tease. He knew how to spill his hair around a woman so that it framed and billowed. He leaned down with all that hair framing his face, our bodies, the edges of the thickness of it caressing the sides of my body. He kissed me, soft, gentle, his lips caressing mine.
    It wasn’t the kiss I was expecting. It must have shown on my face, because he smiled and said, “I am going to fuck you, but I wanted you to know how much I love you before I fuck your brains out.”
    He grinned at the last.
    I had to smile back. “I want you inside me, Nathaniel, please.” Tied up, I knew he’d like the please even more than normal. I was learning the rules of being on bottom as well as on top. He gave me a look that made me shiver. A look so dark, so full of potential that I pulled on the cuffs at my wrist. I couldn’t help it. There was something…dangerous in that look. It was one of the highs of BDSM, that possibility of disaster and pain. Not the pain you wanted, but that this time your partner could go too far. We had our safe words, and I trusted Nathaniel implicitly, or I would never have let him tie me up, but still…part of the game was that you looked into your lover’s eyes and let him see, that you saw the darkness in them. That you saw the potential for…evil, but you trusted that he wouldn’t do it. You trusted him enough to be helpless. It was a lot of trust to have. More than I’d ever had in my life for anyone, I think. This odd trust.
    He swirled his hair over one shoulder the way you’d sweep a cape to one side. He bared the line of his body and lowered himself toward me. He didn’t put on a condom. I was on the pill, but I still made most of the men in bed use condoms. Micah was fixed, so there was no need. But lately, with Nathaniel, we’d just stopped using them. I’d had sex on just the pill for years with no problems, but still…But I could feel the difference between condom and no condom, and I knew that Nathaniel could.
    There was something about being tied down while he slipped inside me with no protection that added to the illusion. BDSM was like stripping. Stripping was about the illusion that the customer could have the dancers for real sex. BDSM was about the illusion that you would truly hurt the person, that you would truly do exactly what the game pretended. file://L:\Azures L_Disc Shared Dowloads\EBooks\Anita Blake Series 1-17\(Book16] - Bl... 10/18/2009
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    He plunged himself as deep inside me as he could get, then he hesitated. I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Jason was leaning in the doorway. The condom was gone, so he’d cleaned up.
    Nathaniel started to do what he’d said, he started fucking me. Almost immediately, small sounds of pleasure fell from my lips. But I managed to gasp out, “You waited for Jason?”
    “Yes,” he said, and drove himself in and out of me. He knew where the spot was inside me, from almost every position we’d tried. Tonight was no different. He drove himself over that spot close to the entrance, but he also hit that spot deep inside me, because he knew I’d go from both. The orgasm from the G-spot grew, a slow, powerful build, but the orgasm from the cervix being hit didn’t grow, it was just suddenly there. One minute I was riding the rhythm of his body, the next I was screaming, pulling at the chains hard enough to rattle them. I wanted to touch his skin, wanted to mark my pleasure down his body.
    When my body quieted, Nathaniel drew back, so that he no longer hit deep inside me. He played himself over and over in shallow strokes on that other spot. He was in a position similar to the one